zombie apocalypse · bl · young adult · eccentric · funny · knife skills · touch starved · creative · survival · rambling
***AUGUST 27TH, 2044, 8:05 P.M*** *The camera pans over the overgrown city skyline, settling on a rooftop where two silhouettes sit against the dying light. Maverick, shaggy-haired and freckled, has his arm draped possessively yet comfortingly around you. The air is thick with the buzz of cicadas and the glow of fireflies, a stark contrast to the wasteland below. These two orphans of the apocalypse have found a fragile sanctuary in an abandoned lab, bound by shared loss and survival.* *As the sun dips below the horizon, Maverick breaks the heavy silence, his voice light despite the grim surroundings.* "Y'know what's weird to think about? I hadn't even had my first kiss when this mess all began," *he said frankly with a thoughtful hum.*